DAY 17 – Ajdovscina (SLO)

Alright everyone listen, this one’s OVER THE TOP! After a cool show in a pretty well organized music / culture club we were all asked to follow a guy to his place where we were supposed to spend the night. Everyone is cool with private accommodation, most of the times the sleeping places and breakfast are way cooler than in club-pensions or motels. But after a ride of about half an hour which went far off any proper road, street lights and electricity we litarally ended in the middle of buttfuck nowhere! Everyone’s already started joking about the “Hostel” movies and stuff but when we arrived at a completely remote farmhouse next to a river the fun seemed to become bitter reality. The pooring rain and a pitchblack night was the perfect setting for the various horror-scenarios everyone was picturing in their heads. The guy had already prepared the sleeing places which were pretty comfy but noone could relax. The house was scary as fuck! Weird architecture, mixed furniture, mysteriously taped doors, a water heater from the past century and all that in complete isolation in the Slovenian outback. Not even shitloads of dope that were consumed by selected people that night could change anything about. I was trying to get a proper GPS signal with my mobile phone to send out our coordinates and last words to my girlfriend but not even that worked out. Back to the kitchen I saw our drummer phil holding a REAL bazooka over his shoulder and the house owner, who picked up the weapon in his garage, suggested to “blow up the ugly yellow van” without the slightest sign of humor. Things got worse and worse, stories about snakes, people who broke into his house and other weird stuff made me finally go to bed, still scared to death, just like everyone else. I was just starting to fall asleep when the house owner stood in the door with a huge grin on his face not saying anything. The next day I heard that he did that in every room before he went to bed himself (where did the guy actually sleep!?). At this point I was sure that NONE of us would survive this night. John / TIH who was lying right next to me said “I hope he kills me right away, I don’t want to be tortued!”.
Alright, morning breaks and… still alive!?! Maybe I was the only lucky one? Maybe I was in heaven already? At least that was the first thought I had when I saw the breakfast the guy had prepared for us! It was plain AMAZING, we even got personalized breakfast eggs “with ham? with cheese? with nothing? sunnyside?” and strong coffee. At this point it was clear: That dude was the coolest and most hospitable person in whole Slovenia and everyone jumped into the van, alive, full and with a huge smile on their faces!
(Chris)